maestrairma

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Dibujé ríos en la palma de la mano,                                                                             fundida en ellos,                                                                                                                                   me vislumbré como una calle larga,                                                                                                                           litoral del mar,                                                                                                                                     confundida con la playa                                                                                                                                                         mezcla de sal y ceniza                                                                                                                               bahía de asfalto, explorada en la oscuridad.                                                                                                 

Asesinamos las horas noctámbulas                                                                                               refugiados en un diván;                                                                                                                    desbordamos la aurora de perfumes,                                                                                                                                  avalancha de fuego y frenesí.                                                                                               Calle perforada por silencios                                                                                                                                                           de las horas errabundas                                                                                                                con sonámbulas caricias.                                                                                                    

Vertiginoso oleaje que se rompía                                                                                                       con el golpe constante, tierra adentro,                                                                                                               ilícito placer de navegar.                                                                                                Velamen sobre la mancha azul                                                                                                    que propiciaba vía libre a nuestras aguas                                                                                         y dio palabras justas al silencio                                                                                                 para llamar al torrente de tus venas.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Luminiscente  como estrella fugaz                                                                                        recorriste mis adentros                                                                                                              en corceles febriles;                                                                                                                       y yo, acariciando tu espalda                                                                                                                        domesticaba tu soledad convaleciente,                                                                                                             hasta que los ríos se secaron                                                                                                     y tu navío pudo naufragar en mi.                                                                                                                                                                                         

Comentarios1

  • ☼ G U E R R E R O ☼

    Ben poema, pero dificil de leer para mi gusto.
    saludos y bendiciones.

    • maestrairma

      PERDÓN NO SE POR QUÉ SE DESACOMODÓ, LO REVISE LUEGO DE ESCRIBIRLO Y ESTABA BIEN

      GRACIAS POR LEERLO!!! SALUDITOS



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